He did not say what for, but the other boys took care that the Glen should know the brave thing Walter had done.

"In any war but this," wrote Jerry Meredith, "it would have meant a V.C.But they can't make V.C.'s as common as the brave things done every day here." "He should have had the V.C.," said Susan, and was very indignant over it.

She was not quite sure who was to blame for his not getting it, but if it were General Haig she began for the first time to entertain serious doubts as to his fitness for being Commander-in-Chief.
Rilla was beside herself with delight.

It was her dear Walter who had done this thing--Walter, to whom someone had sent a white feather at Redmond--it was Walter who had dashed back from the safety of the trench to drag in a wounded comrade who had fallen on No-man's-land.
Oh, she could see his white beautiful face and wonderful eyes as he did it! What a thing to be the sister of such a hero! And he hadn't thought it worth while writing about.

His letter was full of other things--little intimate things that they two had known and loved together in the dear old cloudless days of a century ago.
"I've been thinking of the daffodils in the garden at Ingleside," he wrote.